Confined slave's treat
I keep you locked up in My chest hours on end, only letting you out when I want My boots cleaned and polished. When you hear My boot heels clicking on the wooden floor you wait in eager anticipation for Me to unlock the chest. you need Me more than fresh air, I am your Goddess, your purpose. Today I have decided to treat you to a very special meal and drink fit for a pathetic worm like yourself. I light a smoke and drink My wine, you get to eat My ash and drink My spit. you are so excited to have this opportunity to serve your purpose and shine My boots, licking the spit I serve you onto My boots and polishing the soft patent leather with My spit and your tongue. Eating My ash off the floor is all you need, and all you deserve. Worship your Goddess, worm
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